Theo’s cock was my second. It was, for lack of a better descriptor, a really manly cock—straight, girthy, uncircumcised, smelling of musk. It was about six inches long, and chunky. It knew its business and knew what it wanted, and what it wanted was to fu...
There is one cock in particular I think about often, mainly because I only encountered it once. It was attached to a guy named Stephen, who was handsome in a forgettable way—brown hair, medium build, medium height, nice face. Nice guy, but not all that in...
Later in life, Tobin would share awakening stories with his queer friends—often hearing of gradual, incremental steps, peeking out of the closet, the slowly dawning understanding of why they just weren’t into their hetero boyfriends/girlfriends. But Tobin...
I think what I loved most about Ethan’s cock, even more than its wide, flared head and its taste, was how he always came suddenly. It was always a complete surprise. No perceptible buildup, no crescendo of ecstasy, just moans and gasps and suddenly, “Oh s...
Without speaking, Tobin took Trevor’s hand and led him from the living room upstairs to his bedroom. Both of them stumbled as they went, as their pants were still mid-thigh. Laughing, they shucked their pants, leaving them sprawled on the stairs, and ente...
The next few weeks alternated for Tobin between glorious, delirious sex with Jimmy, and interminable, impatient waiting. Jimmy decreed that they should get together once a week, or twice at the most, always just after Tobin finished school, so that he’d h...
Tobin left Jimmy’s house with the key to his empty condo and the note with the address in his pocket and the delirious knowledge that he’d has sex with the object of his desire. In the days that followed he would remember the way Jimmy’s cock felt in his...
Jimmy looked down at Tobin, sprawled on his king-size bed, and growled in desire. The boy had become a man, but was still in many ways a boy—slim, pale, more or less hairless, lacking the heft and scars of age. But he was also a man: he had muscular shoul...
Tobin’s eighteenth birthday was in mid-December. Like all December babies, he’d long had cause for complaint that his birthday’s proximity to Christmas meant he didn’t make out as well as he might otherwise in the gift department. But eighteen years was e...
I was born and raised in a big city, and did my first university degree in another big city, so when I went away for grad school to a smallish liberal arts college in a similarly smallish town, there was more than a little bit of culture shock. The colleg...
Later in life, Tobin would share awakening stories with his queer friends, often hearing of gradual, incremental steps, peeking out of the closet, the slowly dawning understanding of why they just weren’t into their hetero boyfriends/girlfriends.But Tobin...
Our shower was a lovely, languorous thing, in which we soaped each other's bodies as we made out. It reminded me, vividly, of the times we'd showered together that weekend before... and there was some satisfaction, for me, in that my shower now reflected...
I called Adam back the following evening, genuinely pleased that I would be seeing him and a little nervous to meet his boyfriend. He'd told me about Trevor in his emails--a talented actor working mostly in theatre, but who had gotten a few television rol...
The year that followed my magical three days with Adam was decidedly odd. On one hand, I got really busy with school, spending insanely long days in the lab. And when I wasn't in the lab, I was writing up my results. The upshot was that, a little more tha...
When Lauryn roused Jonathan from bed the next morning, saying that it was time for them to go strapon shopping, she did it with the smug air of someone certain they were calling someone else’s bluff. So she was slightly surprised, but very pleased, when h...
